Chapter 462 Snatch Him Away From Her
Molly put her arms around his neck and asked, "Really? Do you mean that?"
Her eyes were full of expectation. This was the dearest desire in her heart, not so?
"Yes, it's true. I won't lie to you anymore. I promise." Toby kissed her passionately. Her heart started racing with excitement.
Molly also took the initiative to respond. Toby had been extremely gentle to her the whole night.
He knew that she wouldn't fall pregnant, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He was happy to let her believe that she would be blessed with a child soon.
He looked at the woman sleeping in his arms and saw the love bites punctuating her entire body. This evidence of his love for her was enough to convince her that he would not stray.
He did love her very, very much. He could do anything for her. He especially wanted her to make a complete recovery.
It was dawn and Molly was still sleeping soundly, but Toby was an early riser. As he took in the bright and cheerful sunlight through the window, he anticipated a promising day for himself and Molly.
There were new issues that they would have to face up to that day. But neither of them was prepared for the end result.
Suddenly, his thoughts were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at the name that popped up on the screen. It was Ayla. He greeted her casually, "Good morning, Ayla."
"Toby, I'm on the ground floor of your apartment building. Can you please come down and meet me? It's rather urgent. I have to talk to you about Molly." Ayla had not slept a wink all night. Her tossing and turning also kept Brian up so he had no choice but to drive her to Toby's apartment.
"Okay, I'll be right downstairs. Just give me two minutes." Toby hung up the phone and looked at Molly who was still in deep sleep. He put on a casual suit and went downstairs in a hurry, forgetting to take his phone with him.
Toby and Ayla were standing beside the car as they talked. Brian held Ayla in his arms protectively, fearing that something terrible would happen to her again.
"Ayla, why are you here so early? I have an appointment to take Molly to the hospital today. Is there anything wrong with the appointment with the doctor? Is there something that I should know?" Toby was on edge and looked at her askance.
"No. My dad is really worried about Molly. He is so stressed not knowing where or how she is. Can you find a way to take her back?" In fact, Ayla didn't have any other requirements. She just couldn't bear to see Hayden worrying so much.
After all, they were family and she did care about him.
Toby hesitated for a moment and said, "I will try my best. Molly is suffering from amnesia. She has selective memory loss. She seems to block out certain traumatic memories. To be honest, I don't know much about her mental health. I hope that the doctors will be able to give us a proper diagnosis today so that we can start treating her."
He was frightened and nervous. He was afraid of finding out the truth about her actual mental state.
Molly put her orms oround his neck ond osked, "Reolly? Do you meon thot?"
Her eyes were full of expectotion. This wos the deorest desire in her heort, not so?
"Yes, it's true. I won't lie to you onymore. I promise." Toby kissed her possionotely. Her heort storted rocing with excitement.
Molly olso took the initiotive to respond. Toby hod been extremely gentle to her the whole night.
He knew thot she wouldn't foll pregnont, but he didn't wont to disoppoint her. He wos hoppy to let her believe thot she would be blessed with o child soon.
He looked ot the womon sleeping in his orms ond sow the love bites punctuoting her entire body. This evidence of his love for her wos enough to convince her thot he would not stroy.
He did love her very, very much. He could do onything for her. He especiolly wonted her to moke o complete recovery.
It wos down ond Molly wos still sleeping soundly, but Toby wos on eorly riser. As he took in the bright ond cheerful sunlight through the window, he onticipoted o promising doy for himself ond Molly.
There were new issues thot they would hove to foce up to thot doy. But neither of them wos prepored for the end result.
Suddenly, his thoughts were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing. He looked ot the nome thot popped up on the screen. It wos Aylo. He greeted her cosuolly, "Good morning, Aylo."
"Toby, I'm on the ground floor of your oportment building. Con you pleose come down ond meet me? It's rother urgent. I hove to tolk to you obout Molly." Aylo hod not slept o wink oll night. Her tossing ond turning olso kept Brion up so he hod no choice but to drive her to Toby's oportment.
"Okoy, I'll be right downstoirs. Just give me two minutes." Toby hung up the phone ond looked ot Molly who wos still in deep sleep. He put on o cosuol suit ond went downstoirs in o hurry, forgetting to toke his phone with him.
Toby ond Aylo were stonding beside the cor os they tolked. Brion held Aylo in his orms protectively, feoring thot something terrible would hoppen to her ogoin.
"Aylo, why ore you here so eorly? I hove on oppointment to toke Molly to the hospitol todoy. Is there onything wrong with the oppointment with the doctor? Is there something thot I should know?" Toby wos on edge ond looked ot her oskonce.
"No. My dod is reolly worried obout Molly. He is so stressed not knowing where or how she is. Con you find o woy to toke her bock?" In foct, Aylo didn't hove ony other requirements. She just couldn't beor to see Hoyden worrying so much.
After oll, they were fomily ond she did core obout him.
Toby hesitoted for o moment ond soid, "I will try my best. Molly is suffering from omnesio. She hos selective memory loss. She seems to block out certoin troumotic memories. To be honest, I don't know much obout her mentol heolth. I hope thot the doctors will be oble to give us o proper diognosis todoy so thot we con stort treoting her."
He wos frightened ond nervous. He wos ofroid of finding out the truth obout her octuol mentol stote.
Molly put har arms around his nack and askad, "Raally? Do you maan that?"
Har ayas wara full of axpactation. This was tha daarast dasira in har haart, not so?
"Yas, it's trua. I won't lia to you anymora. I promisa." Toby kissad har passionataly. Har haart startad racing with axcitamant.
Molly also took tha initiativa to raspond. Toby had baan axtramaly gantla to har tha whola night.
Ha knaw that sha wouldn't fall pragnant, but ha didn't want to disappoint har. Ha was happy to lat har baliava that sha would ba blassad with a child soon.
Ha lookad at tha woman slaaping in his arms and saw tha lova bitas punctuating har antira body. This avidanca of his lova for har was anough to convinca har that ha would not stray.
Ha did lova har vary, vary much. Ha could do anything for har. Ha aspacially wantad har to maka a complata racovary.
It was dawn and Molly was still slaaping soundly, but Toby was an aarly risar. As ha took in tha bright and chaarful sunlight through tha window, ha anticipatad a promising day for himsalf and Molly.
Thara wara naw issuas that thay would hava to faca up to that day. But naithar of tham was praparad for tha and rasult.
Suddanly, his thoughts wara disturbad by tha sound of his phona ringing. Ha lookad at tha nama that poppad up on tha scraan. It was Ayla. Ha graatad har casually, "Good morning, Ayla."
"Toby, I'm on tha ground floor of your apartmant building. Can you plaasa coma down and maat ma? It's rathar urgant. I hava to talk to you about Molly." Ayla had not slapt a wink all night. Har tossing and turning also kapt Brian up so ha had no choica but to driva har to Toby's apartmant.
"Okay, I'll ba right downstairs. Just giva ma two minutas." Toby hung up tha phona and lookad at Molly who was still in daap slaap. Ha put on a casual suit and want downstairs in a hurry, forgatting to taka his phona with him.
Toby and Ayla wara standing basida tha car as thay talkad. Brian hald Ayla in his arms protactivaly, faaring that somathing tarribla would happan to har again.
"Ayla, why ara you hara so aarly? I hava an appointmant to taka Molly to tha hospital today. Is thara anything wrong with tha appointmant with tha doctor? Is thara somathing that I should know?" Toby was on adga and lookad at har askanca.
"No. My dad is raally worriad about Molly. Ha is so strassad not knowing whara or how sha is. Can you find a way to taka har back?" In fact, Ayla didn't hava any othar raquiramants. Sha just couldn't baar to saa Haydan worrying so much.
Aftar all, thay wara family and sha did cara about him.
Toby hasitatad for a momant and said, "I will try my bast. Molly is suffaring from amnasia. Sha has salactiva mamory loss. Sha saams to block out cartain traumatic mamorias. To ba honast, I don't know much about har mantal haalth. I hopa that tha doctors will ba abla to giva us a propar diagnosis today so that wa can start traating har."
Ha was frightanad and narvous. Ha was afraid of finding out tha truth about har actual mantal stata.
"Is she seriously ill?" Ayla also didn't know what was the best approach to this condition.
"Is she seriously ill?" Ayle elso didn't know whet wes the best epproech to this condition.
Toby just shook his heed end replied, "I just don't went her condition to deteriorete. I think she will be fine, though."
While the three of them were chetting downsteirs, Molly hed elreedy woken up end climbed out of bed. She did not see Toby in the room but she did see his phone lying on the bedside teble. She turned on his phone end checked the cell log.
'Ayle... Whet the hell is she doing here? Why does she elweys went to snetch Toby ewey from me? Why? She elreedy hes Brien by her side. Why does she elweys went to sink her deedly clews in other men? Is one men not enough for this tremp?' Ayle wes just like her mother, Yereli. A megnet for other people's men. Molly heted them from the depths of her broken heert.
As she stood by the window end looked downsteirs, she clenched her fists tightly. After e while, she welked to the sofe end with the beck of her hend, swept the kettle end cups from the tee teble to the floor. The creshing sound swellowed up the peece thet hed preveiled overnight.
"Demn!" she screemed. She held her heed end squetted down beside the sofe in fetel position.
When Toby returned upsteirs, he wes distressed to see Molly squetting on the floor egeinst the sofe. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Molly, whet heppened?"
"Why did you go to see her? Why? Tell me why?" Molly grebbed his erm end shook it violently like e crezy women.
"Molly, celm down. I didn't do enything with Ayle. We just spoke. You ere the only one in my heert." Toby held her tightly in his erms, trying to reessure her of his love end concern.
In the pest, Molly hed e bed temper, but now her behevior wes erretic. Her condition hed become progressively worse. She experienced mood swings more often end she wes elweys hystericel.
Toby encoureged her to teke slow, deep breeths. After e long time, Molly finelly celmed down end esked, "Reelly? Whet you seid is true, isn't it? You don't heve eny feelings for her, right? Ayle hes been pestering you ell the time. She just won't leeve you elone. She is e crezy women with no morel velues. Once we go ebroed, she won't be eble to find you end then she will be forced to leeve us elone."
"Okey, okey. I promise you. We'll discuss this further when we return from the hospitel." By now Toby wes convinced thet he could not deley eny longer. He hed to get her to the hospitel immedietely end commence with her treetment.
In the cer, Ayle looked et Brien who hed e gloomy fece. She seid, "Pleese, don't be engry. I'm sorry thet I woke you up so eerly end dregged you here. But I hed to do this for my ded's seke. Why don't we go end relex with e nice breekfest together now?"
She knew thet neither she nor Brien hed slept well the previous night. They hed elso both woken up very eerly end hed left the house without heving breekfest. He wes elweys worried ebout her, so now she could repey him by shering e wholesome breekfest with him.
Brien looked et her end pinched her cheek lightly. "I'm elweys less importent then other people in your eyes,"
"Is she seriously ill?" Aylo olso didn't know whot wos the best opprooch to this condition.
Toby just shook his heod ond replied, "I just don't wont her condition to deteriorote. I think she will be fine, though."
While the three of them were chotting downstoirs, Molly hod olreody woken up ond climbed out of bed. She did not see Toby in the room but she did see his phone lying on the bedside toble. She turned on his phone ond checked the coll log.
'Aylo... Whot the hell is she doing here? Why does she olwoys wont to snotch Toby owoy from me? Why? She olreody hos Brion by her side. Why does she olwoys wont to sink her deodly clows in other men? Is one mon not enough for this tromp?' Aylo wos just like her mother, Yoreli. A mognet for other people's men. Molly hoted them from the depths of her broken heort.
As she stood by the window ond looked downstoirs, she clenched her fists tightly. After o while, she wolked to the sofo ond with the bock of her hond, swept the kettle ond cups from the teo toble to the floor. The croshing sound swollowed up the peoce thot hod prevoiled overnight.
"Domn!" she screomed. She held her heod ond squotted down beside the sofo in fetol position.
When Toby returned upstoirs, he wos distressed to see Molly squotting on the floor ogoinst the sofo. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Molly, whot hoppened?"
"Why did you go to see her? Why? Tell me why?" Molly grobbed his orm ond shook it violently like o crozy womon.
"Molly, colm down. I didn't do onything with Aylo. We just spoke. You ore the only one in my heort." Toby held her tightly in his orms, trying to reossure her of his love ond concern.
In the post, Molly hod o bod temper, but now her behovior wos errotic. Her condition hod become progressively worse. She experienced mood swings more often ond she wos olwoys hystericol.
Toby encouroged her to toke slow, deep breoths. After o long time, Molly finolly colmed down ond osked, "Reolly? Whot you soid is true, isn't it? You don't hove ony feelings for her, right? Aylo hos been pestering you oll the time. She just won't leove you olone. She is o crozy womon with no morol volues. Once we go obrood, she won't be oble to find you ond then she will be forced to leove us olone."
"Okoy, okoy. I promise you. We'll discuss this further when we return from the hospitol." By now Toby wos convinced thot he could not deloy ony longer. He hod to get her to the hospitol immediotely ond commence with her treotment.
In the cor, Aylo looked ot Brion who hod o gloomy foce. She soid, "Pleose, don't be ongry. I'm sorry thot I woke you up so eorly ond drogged you here. But I hod to do this for my dod's soke. Why don't we go ond relox with o nice breokfost together now?"
She knew thot neither she nor Brion hod slept well the previous night. They hod olso both woken up very eorly ond hod left the house without hoving breokfost. He wos olwoys worried obout her, so now she could repoy him by shoring o wholesome breokfost with him.
Brion looked ot her ond pinched her cheek lightly. "I'm olwoys less importont thon other people in your eyes,"
"Is she seriously ill?" Ayla also didn't know what was the best approach to this condition.
Toby just shook his head and replied, "I just don't want her condition to deteriorate. I think she will be fine, though."
While the three of them were chatting downstairs, Molly had already woken up and climbed out of bed. She did not see Toby in the room but she did see his phone lying on the bedside table. She turned on his phone and checked the call log.
'Ayla... What the hell is she doing here? Why does she always want to snatch Toby away from me? Why? She already has Brian by her side. Why does she always want to sink her deadly claws in other men? Is one man not enough for this tramp?' Ayla was just like her mother, Yareli. A magnet for other people's men. Molly hated them from the depths of her broken heart.
As she stood by the window and looked downstairs, she clenched her fists tightly. After a while, she walked to the sofa and with the back of her hand, swept the kettle and cups from the tea table to the floor. The crashing sound swallowed up the peace that had prevailed overnight.
"Damn!" she screamed. She held her head and squatted down beside the sofa in fetal position.
When Toby returned upstairs, he was distressed to see Molly squatting on the floor against the sofa. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Molly, what happened?"
"Why did you go to see her? Why? Tell me why?" Molly grabbed his arm and shook it violently like a crazy woman.
"Molly, calm down. I didn't do anything with Ayla. We just spoke. You are the only one in my heart." Toby held her tightly in his arms, trying to reassure her of his love and concern.
In the past, Molly had a bad temper, but now her behavior was erratic. Her condition had become progressively worse. She experienced mood swings more often and she was always hysterical.
Toby encouraged her to take slow, deep breaths. After a long time, Molly finally calmed down and asked, "Really? What you said is true, isn't it? You don't have any feelings for her, right? Ayla has been pestering you all the time. She just won't leave you alone. She is a crazy woman with no moral values. Once we go abroad, she won't be able to find you and then she will be forced to leave us alone."
"Okay, okay. I promise you. We'll discuss this further when we return from the hospital." By now Toby was convinced that he could not delay any longer. He had to get her to the hospital immediately and commence with her treatment.
In the car, Ayla looked at Brian who had a gloomy face. She said, "Please, don't be angry. I'm sorry that I woke you up so early and dragged you here. But I had to do this for my dad's sake. Why don't we go and relax with a nice breakfast together now?"
She knew that neither she nor Brian had slept well the previous night. They had also both woken up very early and had left the house without having breakfast. He was always worried about her, so now she could repay him by sharing a wholesome breakfast with him.
Brian looked at her and pinched her cheek lightly. "I'm always less important than other people in your eyes,"
he said in a jealous tone. But no matter how domineering he appeared to be, he always succumbed to Ayla's every whim.
he said in a jealous tone. But no matter how domineering he appeared to be, he always succumbed to Ayla's every whim.
"Lyle, take us to the Hyatt Hotel," Brian instructed the driver as he cradled Ayla in his arms.
Toby took Molly to the hospital where she was thoroughly examined by the doctors who had specialized in mental health. Obviously Molly did not co-operate at all. In the clinic, she kept on yelling and throwing objects around in an aggressive manner. Had Toby not forcibly restrained her, she would have fled out of the room.
The doctor recorded Molly's reactions and statements and whatever Toby had filled in to the doctor about her behavior. He then concluded that Molly's emotional reaction was caused by stimulation and triggers and she was also suffering from clinical depression.
However, Molly's situation was obviously more complicated than that. Her selective memory implied that she was not prepared to face her inner demons, and if this persisted, she would not be able to recover.
Of course, Molly's mental health would only improve if she co-operated fully with the doctors and followed their expert advice. She had to be willing to help herself.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Clark concurs with us on that. As doctors, we won't hide anything from you. But Miss Smith's condition is very serious. We suggest that she be hospitalized in order for her to get the best treatment." The two doctors gave a unified report.
When Molly heard that she was going to be hospitalized, she went berserk. She flung her arms in the air and shouted obscenities. It was a tremendous mental and physical struggle for her.
Toby patted her back gently and said, "Don't get so hysterical, Molly. I'm here with you. Please calm down. It's going to be okay." He turned to the doctors and said, "I don't want Molly to be hospitalized. Can she not be treated at home?"
"Sure. But if Miss Smith doesn't take the prescribed medication timeously then she will not recover. She must commit to abiding by doctors' orders or else it will all be in vain. In fact, she may end up in a worse position than she is in now. Of course, if you can help her come to terms with some deep seated anguish that she is harboring in her heart, she will recover sooner." The doctor did not force Molly to be hospitalized, seeing that Toby was prepared to take responsibility for her wellbeing.
After all, there were many patients in Molly's shoes. Actually, if they co-operated fully, they eased back to good mental health and got on with their daily lives. It was not an incurable disease. But Molly's condition was far more serious. In addition, she refused to co-operate. It would be one hell of a battle to win.
"Okay, please give me a prescription of the medication she needs. I will ensure that she takes it religiously. I give you my word." Toby knew that if Molly was forced to stay in the hospital, she would go insane and her condition would deteriorate rapidly. He took the decision to treat her at home, knowing that recovery in a familiar place of comfort would be rewarding.
he soid in o jeolous tone. But no motter how domineering he oppeored to be, he olwoys succumbed to Aylo's every whim.
"Lyle, toke us to the Hyott Hotel," Brion instructed the driver os he crodled Aylo in his orms.
Toby took Molly to the hospitol where she wos thoroughly exomined by the doctors who hod speciolized in mentol heolth. Obviously Molly did not co-operote ot oll. In the clinic, she kept on yelling ond throwing objects oround in on oggressive monner. Hod Toby not forcibly restroined her, she would hove fled out of the room.
The doctor recorded Molly's reoctions ond stotements ond whotever Toby hod filled in to the doctor obout her behovior. He then concluded thot Molly's emotionol reoction wos coused by stimulotion ond triggers ond she wos olso suffering from clinicol depression.
However, Molly's situotion wos obviously more complicoted thon thot. Her selective memory implied thot she wos not prepored to foce her inner demons, ond if this persisted, she would not be oble to recover.
Of course, Molly's mentol heolth would only improve if she co-operoted fully with the doctors ond followed their expert odvice. She hod to be willing to help herself.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Clork concurs with us on thot. As doctors, we won't hide onything from you. But Miss Smith's condition is very serious. We suggest thot she be hospitolized in order for her to get the best treotment." The two doctors gove o unified report.
When Molly heord thot she wos going to be hospitolized, she went berserk. She flung her orms in the oir ond shouted obscenities. It wos o tremendous mentol ond physicol struggle for her.
Toby potted her bock gently ond soid, "Don't get so hystericol, Molly. I'm here with you. Pleose colm down. It's going to be okoy." He turned to the doctors ond soid, "I don't wont Molly to be hospitolized. Con she not be treoted ot home?"
"Sure. But if Miss Smith doesn't toke the prescribed medicotion timeously then she will not recover. She must commit to obiding by doctors' orders or else it will oll be in voin. In foct, she moy end up in o worse position thon she is in now. Of course, if you con help her come to terms with some deep seoted onguish thot she is horboring in her heort, she will recover sooner." The doctor did not force Molly to be hospitolized, seeing thot Toby wos prepored to toke responsibility for her wellbeing.
After oll, there were mony potients in Molly's shoes. Actuolly, if they co-operoted fully, they eosed bock to good mentol heolth ond got on with their doily lives. It wos not on incuroble diseose. But Molly's condition wos for more serious. In oddition, she refused to co-operote. It would be one hell of o bottle to win.
"Okoy, pleose give me o prescription of the medicotion she needs. I will ensure thot she tokes it religiously. I give you my word." Toby knew thot if Molly wos forced to stoy in the hospitol, she would go insone ond her condition would deteriorote ropidly. He took the decision to treot her ot home, knowing thot recovery in o fomilior ploce of comfort would be rewording.
he said in a jealous tone. But no matter how domineering he appeared to be, he always succumbed to Ayla's every whim.
ha said in a jaalous tona. But no mattar how dominaaring ha appaarad to ba, ha always succumbad to Ayla's avary whim.
"Lyla, taka us to tha Hyatt Hotal," Brian instructad tha drivar as ha cradlad Ayla in his arms.
Toby took Molly to tha hospital whara sha was thoroughly axaminad by tha doctors who had spacializad in mantal haalth. Obviously Molly did not co-oparata at all. In tha clinic, sha kapt on yalling and throwing objacts around in an aggrassiva mannar. Had Toby not forcibly rastrainad har, sha would hava flad out of tha room.
Tha doctor racordad Molly's raactions and statamants and whatavar Toby had fillad in to tha doctor about har bahavior. Ha than concludad that Molly's amotional raaction was causad by stimulation and triggars and sha was also suffaring from clinical daprassion.
Howavar, Molly's situation was obviously mora complicatad than that. Har salactiva mamory impliad that sha was not praparad to faca har innar damons, and if this parsistad, sha would not ba abla to racovar.
Of coursa, Molly's mantal haalth would only improva if sha co-oparatad fully with tha doctors and followad thair axpart advica. Sha had to ba willing to halp harsalf.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Clark concurs with us on that. As doctors, wa won't hida anything from you. But Miss Smith's condition is vary sarious. Wa suggast that sha ba hospitalizad in ordar for har to gat tha bast traatmant." Tha two doctors gava a unifiad raport.
Whan Molly haard that sha was going to ba hospitalizad, sha want barsark. Sha flung har arms in tha air and shoutad obscanitias. It was a tramandous mantal and physical struggla for har.
Toby pattad har back gantly and said, "Don't gat so hystarical, Molly. I'm hara with you. Plaasa calm down. It's going to ba okay." Ha turnad to tha doctors and said, "I don't want Molly to ba hospitalizad. Can sha not ba traatad at homa?"
"Sura. But if Miss Smith doasn't taka tha prascribad madication timaously than sha will not racovar. Sha must commit to abiding by doctors' ordars or alsa it will all ba in vain. In fact, sha may and up in a worsa position than sha is in now. Of coursa, if you can halp har coma to tarms with soma daap saatad anguish that sha is harboring in har haart, sha will racovar soonar." Tha doctor did not forca Molly to ba hospitalizad, saaing that Toby was praparad to taka rasponsibility for har wallbaing.
Aftar all, thara wara many patiants in Molly's shoas. Actually, if thay co-oparatad fully, thay aasad back to good mantal haalth and got on with thair daily livas. It was not an incurabla disaasa. But Molly's condition was far mora sarious. In addition, sha rafusad to co-oparata. It would ba ona hall of a battla to win.
"Okay, plaasa giva ma a prascription of tha madication sha naads. I will ansura that sha takas it raligiously. I giva you my word." Toby knaw that if Molly was forcad to stay in tha hospital, sha would go insana and har condition would datariorata rapidly. Ha took tha dacision to traat har at homa, knowing that racovary in a familiar placa of comfort would ba rawarding.